Re: Near the food: Hugh & Dietre
Dietre had been involved in both a play and a musical, though he had never actually been to either as an audience member. He had no reason to think he wouldn’t like theatre, so he was open to experiencing it. Of course, Hugh being a member of the cast made it more appealing. He’d be more apt to get caught up in the story seeing a familiar face.
He followed Hugh and put on his coat as well. The crushed mask in his hand was finally remembered, and he blinked down at it with another frown. He thought that if he left it somewhere then Audrey’s feelings could possibly be hurt, so he shoved it into the pocket of his coat instead. He stopped to consider the basket of candles, settling on a brown one that claimed to have a cinnamony, bakery item sort of scent. This too was put into a coat pocket, and then he stepped out the door to join Hugh on the porch.
The flask brought a small, fleeting smile to Dietre’s face. “I think it may be too late for this,” he half joked. The offer wasn’t refused, however, he accepted the flask and took a hearty swallow. He gave his lip a nervous lick as he handed it back, suddenly wary of the fact that Hugh was still talking about Zee. Did he have some reason to feel like he needed to? “Um… That’s-- It’s nice that you’ve been able to reconnect…” He didn’t sound very convincing, but he was honestly trying.
“You're lucky.” Dietre had his share of people who had walked out of his life that he sincerely wished would come back. The odds of that happening were slim to none, sadly, and he knew it.
“I do still want to.” Was he too quick to answer? He knew he was blushing again, and was glad for the shadows of the porch, hoping Hugh couldn’t see with what light filtered out through the windows. “That is… if you still want me to?” Hugh wouldn’t ask if he didn’t want him to visit, but Dietre had a bad habit of seeking reassurance when it wasn’t needed.